Free Tainted Blood by Martin Sharlow

is not my debt !” the wolf roared, yet the lunge didn't come. In all honesty, Brian had no idea what he was talking about, but he had heard all types of honor-speeches in television and the movies. It was these that he drew his speech from. Not one in general but all of them. He just needed to put something together to stop this crazy battle and get back to finding his girl.
     
    “No, but it will be if you interfere with me completing it.” God, he hoped he was making sense to the old wolf. He really couldn't believe it was working at all, but then again, honor was the reason the old dog was trying to kill him.
     
    “Perhaps?” The wolf said then paused and began sniffing the air. Brian relaxed for a second considering what he should do now. He could use his speed and try to end this, after all, the old guy wasn't likely to stop hunting him especially once he had found Heather, or he could just let him go, and hope that Jenn would catch him before that time ever came.
     
    “Humans.” Garn rumbled and then tensed as he crouched down and started looking about frantically. Brian wasn't sure what he meant until a small breeze kicked up and he too could smell them. “Very well. Until later.” Garn began, just as a large silver net fell from the sky right where the wolf stood.
     
    The smell of searing flesh and the sizzling sound of meat being fried filled the alley as the net made contact, and then started to wrap itself around the werewolf, almost as if it had a life of its own. Garn roared in pain, and then shrunk quickly into the shape of a small mouse. Brian watched in shock as the once wolf slipped out of the net the disappeared into a nearby crack in a building wall. Men in black began to run in from all sides, as well as dropping down from the nearby roof on ropes.
     
    Brian stood in amazement, his silver knife held out in front of him as he watched his aunt emerge from amongst the virtual army that had just appeared out of nowhere.
     
    “Brian, are you alright?” His aunt asked as she walked up to him. Her clothes were completely black, and she had a small assault rifle hanging from her shoulders, dangling in front of her.
     
    “What's going on here?” Brian asked still a bit stunned at the turn of events.
     
    “We were hoping you were about to help us capture our query.” She gave a half-smile.
     
    “Did you see that? Brian pointed at where the lycanthrope had disappeared into the nearby wall. “He turned into a rat and escaped.”
     
    His aunt nodded her head in understanding. “Yes, Brain. I was there. It's unfortunate we didn't have that intel. It explains how he was so successful in his career. We've always wondered how he got in and out of places without being seen.”
     
    She turned back to Brain after looking at where he was pointing. “Come on, I have news you're going to want to hear.”
     
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    The limousine's black leather seats matched the color of its exterior. It was kind of surprising that his aunt rode in this kind of limousine. After all, the spy shows he watched on TV as he sat around his motel room bored, implied she'd have a Hummer or at least a black SUV. Still, as rides go, this one was really nice.
     
    “Drink?” She asked as she pulled out a crystal decanter of some sort, filled with what looked like red wine. Its multifaceted surface reflecting the limo's ceiling lights as she lifted it up for him to see.
     
    “No thanks.” he answered, waving it off dismissively. “I'm only drinking blood these days.”
     
    She smiled. “I know. That’s why I brought this along, just in case you needed to keep your strength up.”
     
    Brian was surprised that she had thought to bring it. It seemed a bit strange that she was driving around with what amounted to a bottle of blood. He wondered what the police would think if they were pulled over suddenly and the police searched the car. Of course being who his aunt was, he doubted she ever got pulled over by